So the best part about my
job is that roughly every 3 months I get a vacation. This time—despite all
warnings to not do this—I decided to go back to the states. Apparently, any
homesickness I had developed spread to include all of America, which is why I found myself sitting on an airplane for over 24 hours.
So here’s a post about
airplanes. Mostly. Ok but its only because military planes are so different
than normal planes. Like when someone stands up before the flight to check that
there are medics aboard. Or when the safety brief includes desert survival
skills. Uhm can we just go back to learning how to click a seat belt?
And sometimes they let you
sleep on the floor.
I’ve also now gotten on
and off a plane in almost every way possible. I’m only missing jumping out and
jumping in. One of which I’m thinking is impossible.
Being on a military plane
is also just about the same as being on a roller coaster. This last time the
pilot who was either new or stupid—I suppose it’s possible that they were just doing
their job having a good time—took an extremely sharp turn. For a good 30
seconds I couldn’t even lift my arm up. Pretty much best plane ride ever.
Finally, people cheer for you. Which if you aren’t military, like myself, is pretty much the most awkward thing to ever happen. However, the amazing people in New Hampshire show up for every single military flight to either welcome the military home or send them off. People shake your hand and tell you thank you and give you candies. Veterans tell their story and they salute the military members in thanks. I don’t know if there is a better way to welcome those serving our country home than to drive through a snowstorm to let them know that their sacrifice is appreciated. It’s also a lot harder to chicken out and ditch the plane back when a bunch of people cheer you down the walkway. Granted, a volunteer did try to stop me but that was mostly because he thought I was there with my parents since school was canceled.
Finally, people cheer for you. Which if you aren’t military, like myself, is pretty much the most awkward thing to ever happen. However, the amazing people in New Hampshire show up for every single military flight to either welcome the military home or send them off. People shake your hand and tell you thank you and give you candies. Veterans tell their story and they salute the military members in thanks. I don’t know if there is a better way to welcome those serving our country home than to drive through a snowstorm to let them know that their sacrifice is appreciated. It’s also a lot harder to chicken out and ditch the plane back when a bunch of people cheer you down the walkway. Granted, a volunteer did try to stop me but that was mostly because he thought I was there with my parents since school was canceled.
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| My feet don't touch the ground :/ |
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